Xie Lian Quotes

I am forever your most devoted believer.

Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Last‌ ‌time,‌ ‌they‌ ‌spent‌ ‌eight‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌running‌ ‌towards‌ ‌each‌ ‌other.‌ ‌ This‌ ‌time,‌ ‌it‌ ‌only‌ ‌took‌ ‌an‌ ‌instant‌ ‌to‌ ‌fall‌ ‌into‌ ‌each‌ ‌other’s‌ ‌embrace.‌ ‌

The Flower-Crowned Martial God; Sword in one hand, flower in the other. Shi QingXuan only remembered the flower, but had forgotten: Xie lian ascended because of his sword.

I, DO NOT WORSHIP GODS. I, AM GOD!

You've always been the strongest. But you don't need to be strong every waking moment of every day.

You can't save everyone." Xie Lian slowly straightened up. “Whether I can, I won’t know until I’ve tried. Even if the heavens say I must die, if that sword doesn’t pierce my heart and nail me dead on the ground, then I am still alive, and ‘til my last breath I will struggle to the end!

Hua Cheng said quietly, "Your Highness, I understand your everything. "Your courage, your despair; your kindness, your pain; your resentment, your hate; your intelligence, your foolishness. "If I could, I would have you use me as your stepping stone, the bridge you take apart after crossing, the corpse bones you need to trample to climb up, the sinner who deserved the butchering of a million knives. But, I know you wouldn't allow it." (...) However, Hua Cheng only replied, "To die in battle for you is my greatest honour." Those words were like a fatal blow. The tears in Xie Lian's eyes could no longer be restrained, and they came pouring out. Like he was hanging on the thread of his life, he pleaded, "You said you would never leave me." However, Hua Cheng replied, "There is no banquet in this world that doesn't come to an end." Xie Lian bowed his head and buried it deep into his chest, his heart and throat in constricted agony, unable to speak. Yet soon after, he heard Hua Cheng say above him, "But, I will never leave you." Hearing this, Xie Lian's head shot up. Hua Cheng said to him, "I will come back. Your Highness, believe me.

That person saw me at my worst", Hua Cheng said. "Then I'm very envious of that", Xie Lian replied.

So it’s your home,” Xie Lian commented. “Residence,” Hua Cheng corrected. “Not a home.” “Is there a difference?” Xie Lian asked. “Of course,” Hua Cheng replied. “A home has family. A place where someone lives alone is not a home.

You're so insincere," Xie Lian said. Hua Cheng laughed. "I promise, you will not find another person more sincere than me in this world.

The flickering flames of the nameless ghost flared brighter. "I won't forget. Your Highness, I am forever your most devoted believer." Xie Lian forced down his sob. "...I've already lost all my believers. Believing in me won't do you any good, it might even bring disaster. Do you know? Even my friend has left me." The nameless ghost declared, as if swearing an oath, "I won't.

The ‘Three Tumors’ is the nickname given to the three heavenly officials who don’t have a good rep but have a good relationship with each other, and they are Ming Guan, Ling Wen, and my brother. ‘I can’t believe it’s not Xie Lian, Xie Lian, and Xie Lian.’ Xie Lian thought.

The Head Priest stared at him, “I’ve seen your future, and it’s pitch black.” Xie Lian looked him straight in the eyes and said, “You must’ve seen wrong. I only like to wear white.

Xie lian smiled wistfully. "San Lang, things aren't always that absolute. Sometimes, it's not up to you to decide if the path is easy to walk." Hua Cheng said softly, "I might not be able to decide whether the path is easy or not; but whether I tread the path is entirely up to me.

Only after having met you did I discover that it’s such a simple thing to be happy.

Hua Cheng said woefully, “Gege, although I’m happy you’re so happy, but, is it really that funny?” Xie Lian hugged his belly. “Of course! Only after having met you did I rediscover that it’s such a simple thing to be happy, hahaha…

Was that little silver butterfly really that scary? Xie Lian wondered. It wasn’t that bad… It was kind of cute.

Hua Cheng quietly sighed, extended his arms, and once again folded him into his embrace. "Your Highness, I've always watched you." This was the second time he had said this, but his voice was softer than before. Xie Lian clutched the red robes at his chest, asking, his mind blank, "I know, I know. But... what should I do now?" Hua Cheng's long and slender fingers gently combed through Xie Lian's mussed hair. "Then, Your Highness, do you know why I refuse to leave this world?" Xie Lian couldn't understand why Hua Cheng could still be so calm at a time like this, he was panicking so hard he was trembling. But, while feeling lost, he still simple-mindedly asked, "Why?" Hua Cheng replied quietly, "Because I have a beloved who is still in this world." Hearing this, Xie Lian was slightly stunned. He seemed to have heard this somewhere before. Hua Cheng continued, "My beloved is a brave, noble, and gracious special someone. He's saved my life; I've looked up to him ever since I was young. But, I wanted to catch up to him more, and become and even stronger person for him. Although he might not remember me well. We never really talked. I want to protect him." He gazed at Xie Lian. "If your dream is to save the common people, then my dream is only you." "..." Relying on his memory, Xie Lian asked with a trembling voice, "But... you won't... be able to rest in peace... like this...?" Hua Cheng answered, "I pray to never rest in peace.

Obviously, the kind that belongs to him.” Hua Cheng reached out and lifted Xie Lian’s chin. “His temper is certainly nice, but my temper is bad. No one shall touch what I love except for me.

If your dream is to save the common people, then my dream is only you.

Remember: when humans ascend, they are still human; when they fall, they are still human.

Xie Lian hugged his belly as he laughed. “Of course! Only since meeting you have I rediscovered how simple it is to be happy, ha ha ha ha ha…

Relationship should depend on chances and whether we are on the same wavelength, not on identity. If I like you, you can be a beggar and I will still like you. If I dislike you, you can be an emperor and I will still dislike you.

Xie Lian dared say that even the most renowned of sculptors of Xianle back then would not be able to carve to this level of excellence. It was as if the sculptor’s mind was completely filled with this person, and his eyes only saw this person.

Xie Lian had buried his face in his back, and also didn’t speak. Though nothing was said, it was enough. He heard Hua Cheng’s staggering voice coming from above. “...Your Highness. You really…will be the death of me.

The state preceptor stared hard at him. “I’ve seen your future, and it’s pitch black.” Xie Lian looked him straight in the eyes. “You must be mistaken. I only like to wear white.

Xie Lian had always believed in “forever”. For example, friends would always be friends forever; no betrayal, no deception, no breaking up.

After a while, San Lang said softly, “Something like saving the world, it really doesn’t matter how you do it. But, although brave, it’s foolish.” “Yeah,” Xie Lian agreed. Hua Cheng continued, “Although foolish, it’s brave.

However, the nameless ghost declared, “To die in battle for you is my greatest honor.” Xie Lian was stunned.

I've borrowed so much spiritual power from you that I haven't returned yet. And, I'm actually not done saying all that I wanted to say earlier, there's still so much. It's been so long since anyone listened to me talk, won't you stay?

So you see, there are many things in the world that simply cannot be clearly defined or resolved. You can only fight. Xie Lian sighed. "I'll agree to the first part." San Lang, on the other hand, said, "Hm. I'll agree to the second part.

Xie Lian smiled wistfully. “San Lang, things aren’t always that absolute. Sometimes, it’s not up to you to decide if the road is easy to walk.” “I might not be able to decide if the road is easy, but whether I walk it is entirely up to me,” Hua Cheng said quietly.

Hua Cheng would never help or protect anyone aside from Xie Lian,

The Flower-Crowned Martial God; Sword in One Hand, Flower in the Other. Shi Qingxuan had only rememberede the flower. He had forgotten that Xie Lian ascended because of his sword.

To me, the one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. What matters is you, not the state of you,’” Hua Cheng recited languidly as he gazed at Xie Lian. He blinked meaningfully, cocking an eyebrow. “I feel the same way.

Doesn’t this say they all died by suicide?” Xie Lian said. “Before I would make my move, I’d send messengers to greet them first, and they’d end themselves,” Hua Cheng replied. “So, perhaps that doesn’t count as my kill?

It’s all right. There’s nothing shameful about being afraid of something.” Xie Lian gave a small, flickering smile. “I’m just not brave enough, that’s all.” “You don’t need to be so hard on yourself,” Hua Cheng comforted. “Without fear, there is no courage.

A deep, forlorn voice came from above his ear. “…I was about to lose my mind!” Xie Lian hurried to turn around. He cupped his captor’s cheeks with his hands and soothed him, “Don’t…don’t. I’m here…I’m out!

If I like you, you can be a beggar and I’ll still like you. If I dislike you, you can be the emperor and I’ll still dislike you. Shouldn’t it be like that? It’s simple logic. So, whether you’re human or not is irrelevant.

But you no longer belong to this world.” “What of it?” the nameless ghost replied. “If you force your soul to remain, you won’t be able to rest in peace,” Xie Lian said. The nameless ghost didn’t seem to care. “I’m willing to never rest in peace.

Xie Lian fell back to the bottom of the pit and glared at the hiding moon in the cloudy night sky for a bit, growing very angry. This pit wasn't even that deep, so why couldn't he climb out, no matter how he tried?

How could anyone be so unlucky?” Xie Lian cleared his throat quietly and agreed earnestly, “Yeah.” How could someone other than Xie Lian be that unlucky?!

Thus, Xie Lian understood. No one would give him a hand to help pull him up. He laid there for a good while before he crawled up himself.

Those who have known each other for decades can become strangers in a day. We've met by chance, and we may part by chance. If we like each other then we shall continue to meet; if we don't, then we shall part. At the end of the day, there's no banquet in the world that doesn't come to an end, so let's go all more with the flow, and I'll say what I want to say.

Gege, want to get married?” “...” Xie Lian was struck dumb. “...Huh?” Such an intent gaze, such words; they were in such close quarters with nowhere to run. Colors exploded in Xie Lian's vision, and his mind went completely blank. His entire body was frozen, stiffer than a corpse. Seeing his reaction, Hua Cheng withdrew his arm and let out a snicker. “It's a joke. Did I shock gege?” “...” Xie Lian only snapped out of it with concerted effort. “...You're too much. How can you joke about something like that?” It wasn't just shock. He was so rattled by that question that his heart had almost stopped. And though he did not quite understand why, he also felt a trace of hurt. “My bad,” Hua Cheng laughed.

You foolish child, if it hurts, why don’t you turn back? Did you think that if you keep slamming, keep smashing, the wall will fall down on its own? Why don’t you change your own course of direction?” “I won’t turn back,” Xie Lian stated. (...) “Must you anger me like this? Let me ask you again, will you change?” Xie Lian coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood. “I won’t.

Xie Lian whipped his head over, and a biting chill flashed before his face. He straightened and stated solemnly: “You ask who I am? LISTEN WELL! ——I, AM THE EMINENT HIGHNESS THE CROWN PRINCE! You riotous radicals, BOW DOWN BEFORE ME!” His voice boomed like thunder in clear skies. There were actually a few who almost dropped to their knees, and didn’t snap out of it until their companions pulled them up. “What are you doing? Are you actually kneeling?” “Th-that’s weird, I did it before I realized it…” Xie Lian proclaimed sharply: “I, AM OVER EIGHT HUNDRED. OLDER THAN ALL OF YOU COMBINED. I’VE CROSSED MORE BRIDGES THAN ALL THE ROADS YOU’VE WALKED. “I, POSSESS SHRINES AND TEMPLES ACROSS THIS LAND; MY DEVOTEES AND WORSHIPPERS ARE SPREAD TO ALL FOUR SEAS. IF YOU DON’T KNOW MY NAME, IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE IGNORANT AND UNLEARNED OF THE WORLD! “I, DO NOT WORSHIP GODS. “I, AM GOD!” When the mob heard this speech, that was so shameless yet spoken with an incomparably impressive air, they were all stunned, and dropped their jaws. “…HUH???” Xie Lian made up all that nonsense because he was waiting for this very moment. He flung that plate in his hand, and all those little white meatballs shot out through the air like iron pellets, scattering in all directions. Without any misses, they were hurled right into the open mouths of all those people in shock. Then he wiped away his sweat. “Will everyone please forget everything I just said? I’m actually only just a scrap collector!

Your Highness!” Xie Lian covered his ears and screamed his penitence as he ran. “I’m sorry!” Die! Just die! If I can’t die, just dig a hole somewhere and pretend to be dead!

Body in the abyss, heart in paradise.” [...] If the crown prince were to see the remnants of those words, he would probably be the first one to rush to destroy what was left. The person who had said those words had personally proven that when the body is in the abyss, the heart could not be in paradise. He ascended to the heavens quickly, but his fall from grace was even faster.

Originally, Xie Lian had held a one-in-a-million bit of hope at the bottom of his heart. He'd hoped that, even if he was to admit he had done things he shouldn't have, even if he had become the worst of himself like this, Feng Xin would still stay. (...) But, Feng Xin really left.

I’ve been wanting to ask,” Hua Cheng said. “If gege doesn’t feel secure living here, why not move somewhere else?” Xie Lian shook his head. “That’s easy for you to say, San Lang. Where would I move?” Hua Cheng smiled. “Why not move in with me?

She remembered no one who beat her; the ones who had saved her once, she remembered for a lifetime.

By the time Xie Lian snapped out of his stupor, Hua Cheng had already reached his side. He clutched one of Xie Lian’s hands and pulled him up into an intense embrace. “…How can I possibly let go?” he whispered.

Better than most people, huh?” Yin Yu gave a small, arduous chuckle. Then he sighed, and the sound of his last regret passed along with his soul as he mumbled, “But I wanted to be a god…” Xie Lian bowed his head deeply. “Your Highness Yin Yu…this world has no true gods…

Speaking of which, I also met a teenager that could command silver butterflies around on Mount Yu Jun. Does anyone know who that was?” The lively, bustling chaotic spirit communication array suddenly fell silent the moment those words were out. This kind of reaction, Xie Lian had seen it coming and so he just waited patiently. After a while, Ling Wen finally asked, “Your Highness Crown Prince, what did you just say?” Mu Qing coldly answered for him, “He just said, he met Hua Cheng.” Finally obtaining the name of that red-clothed young man, Xie Lian was ineffably in a good mood. He smiled and said, “So his name is Hua Cheng? Hm, this name suits him quite well.

Lang Qianqiu, however, objected, “I don't need you to banish yourself. Ascension is based on ability alone. I only want a duel.” “I don't want to fight you,” Xie Lian said. “Why not?!” Lang Qianqiu shouted. “It's not like we've never fought before. Life or death, the outcome doesn't matter, let's just put an end to this!” Xie Lian said plainly, “No reason. But fight me, and you will surely die.

What’s wrong with you, you pieces of dog shit?! Attacking people while they’re down—so vile! Fuck your entire family!” “You sure you want to fuck their families if they all look like that?!” Xie Lian responded.

El Príncipe Heredero Coronado de Flores: Espada en Una Mano, Flor en La Otra. Shi Qingxuan solo recordaba la flor. Se había olvidado de que Xie Lian ascendió por su espada.

Hua Cheng stood in front of Xie Lian, shielding him.

It really wasn’t fair. Xie Lian didn’t dare touch anywhere on Hua Cheng that was even slightly dangerous. But in his confused state of mind, Hua Cheng’s hands roamed over every inch of his body without restraint, causing Xie Lian unspeakable torment.

Xie Lian made a curious noise and tilted his head. One of Hua Cheng’s arms suddenly snaked around Xie Lian’s waist and pulled him into his arms, and he lifted Xie Lian’s chin gently with his hand. And then, Hua Cheng enveloped Xie Lian’s lips with his own.

Whether I can, I won't know until I've tried. Even if the heavens say I must die, if that sword doesn't pierce my heart and nail me dead on the ground, then I am still alive, and 'til my last breath I will struggle to the end!

Those who have known each other can become strangers in a day. We met by chance and we may part by chance. If we like each other then we shall continue to meet; if we don't, then we shall part. At the end of the day, there's no banquet in the world that doesn't come to an end, so let's take it easy, and I'll say what I want to say.

Hua Cheng was right behind him, his hands steady on Xie Lian’s waist. He was just one person, but to Xie Lian, it felt like the entire world was supporting him. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes.

Seeing him like this made Hua Cheng join his laughter. He cupped Xie Lian’s face with his hands to guide him back, then leaned down and dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Don’t be nervous, gege,” he said gently.

I'd like to see what kind of ghost dares come knocking on my door.

Yin‌ ‌Yu‌ ‌finally‌ ‌gave‌ ‌a‌ ‌small‌ ‌chuckle‌ ‌arduously,‌ ‌“Better‌ ‌than‌ ‌most‌ ‌people,‌ ‌huh?”‌ ‌ After‌ ‌he‌ ‌stopped,‌ ‌he‌ ‌sighed,‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌sound‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌last‌ ‌regret‌ ‌passed‌ ‌along‌ ‌with‌ ‌his‌ ‌soul‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ mumbled,‌ ‌“But,‌ ‌I‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌a‌ ‌god…”‌ ‌ Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌bowed‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌deeply,‌ ‌“But,‌ ‌Your‌ ‌Highness‌ ‌Yin‌ ‌Yu,‌ ‌there‌ ‌is‌ ‌actually‌ ‌no‌ ‌god‌ ‌in‌ ‌this‌ ‌world…”‌ ‌

Right at this moment, a sudden gale blew off Xie Lian’s bamboo hat. Once it was in the air, the bamboo hat was about to disappear altogether within the infinite yellow sand. Nevertheless, San Lang was deft and quick to react. Shooting out his hand, he reached out and caught the bamboo hat that was about to fly into the sky. Then, he once again handed the hat back to Xie Lian.

Hua Cheng gazed into his eyes. “I know you can’t die, and that you aren’t afraid to die. But no matter how tough you are, remember that you can still get hurt.” Xie Lian was stunned. “Not dying doesn’t mean not getting hurt,” Hua Cheng continued, “and it certainly doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. When

Yet his eye didn’t remain closed for long—soon it snapped open once more as a pair of arms suddenly circled him from behind and caught him in a forceful embrace. Xie Lian buried his face in Hua Cheng’s back, but he didn’t speak either. Though nothing was said, it was enough. It was a long time before Xie Lian felt the man he was hugging turn around. Hua Cheng fervently returned the embrace, engulfing Xie Lian in his arms. From above his head, Xie Lian heard Hua Cheng’s staggering response. “Your Highness… You really will…be the death of me.

Xie Lian felt the rims of his eyes grow hot, and his vision went blurry. “I’m sorry,” he replied. “Forget me.” The nameless ghost’s flickering flames flared brighter. “I won’t forget. Your Highness, I am forever your most devoted believer.” Xie Lian forced down a sob. “…I’ve already lost all my believers. Believing in me won’t do you any good; it might even bring disaster. Did you know? Even my friend has left me.” The nameless ghost declared as if swearing an oath, “I won’t.” “You will,” Xie Lian said. The ghost was insistent. “Believe me, Your Highness.” “I don’t,” Xie Lian said. He no longer believed in anyone, especially himself.

After much consideration, Xie Lian made a decision. “…Forgive me.” He cupped Hua Cheng’s cheeks and captured his lips with his own. Xie Lian then began to gently guide the turbulent flow of heat into his own body, helping ease Hua Cheng’s pain and agitation.

I, DO NOT WORSHIP GODS. I, AM GOD

San Lang’s answer was only two words: “It’s dirty.” “…” Xie Lian had never imagined that would be the answer—and said with such seriousness too. He thought it was a little funny, but it also made him feel inexplicably strange, his chest growing slightly warm for some reason.

Xie Lian’s own heartbreaking screams couldn’t be heard, but he could hear another heart-wrenching wail that seemed to come from the flame. Although it wasn’t him, it felt like he was the one making that sound—its pain was the same as his own. In the end, Xie Lian couldn’t hang on to his sanity. His consciousness had completely shattered, and he was left to blankly gurgle from his throat.

Hua Cheng gazed into his eyes. “I know you can’t die, and that you aren’t afraid to die. But no matter how tough you are, remember that you can still get hurt.” Xie Lian was stunned. “Not dying doesn’t mean not getting hurt,” Hua Cheng continued, “and it certainly doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. When you see something strange or dangerous, don’t touch it. Find me. Let me take care of it.

Although he wore a black eyepatch, his remaining eye was as bright as the stars above as he gazed unblinkingly at Xie Lian. Xie Lian scrambled down. There were no words. They both started walking toward each other. One step, another step, each one faster than the last. Then, finally, they started running. As he ran forward, tears fell and were left behind. In his heart, Xie Lian swore it once more: I believe.

He whipped his head around. Hua Cheng was standing so close behind him, like he was about to reach out. Xie Lian stopped caring about anything else and went right for it—he pounced on Hua Cheng, cupped his cheeks with his hands, and then, getting up on his toes slightly to reach, he closed his eyes and pressed their lips together. “…” said Feng Xin. “…” said Mu Qing. “…?” said Quan Yizhen. “Ho ho,” said Pei Ming.

Xie Lian had his back turned to him. "If a day isn't enough, then let it take a month; if a month won't do then two months, three months! If I can't save ten thousand, then I'll save a thousand; if I can't save a thousand then I'll save a hundred, TEN, EVEN IF IT'S ONLY ONE!!!" White No-Face exclaimed in outrage, "WHY??" Xie Lian raised that sword with both his hands and roared loudly, "THERE IS NO REASON WHY! BECAUSE I WANT TO!!! EVEN IF I TOLD YOU..." He turned his head back slightly. "-- USELESS TRASH LIKE YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND.

My beloved is a brave, noble, gracious special someone,” Hua Cheng continued. “He saved my life, and I’ve looked up to him ever since I was young. But I wanted to catch up to him and become even stronger for his sake. Although he might not remember me well—we never really talked—I want to protect him.” He gazed at Xie Lian. “If your dream is to save the common people, then my dream is only you.

Who exactly is that ‘noble, gracious special someone’?” Xie Lian asked solemnly. Hua Cheng’s finger—the one that was tied with the red affinity knot—subtly twitched a few times. He was silent for a while before he eventually answered, “If Your Highness already knows, then why ask?” Xie Lian nodded. “I see. So I didn’t misunderstand you. It really is true.” Hua Cheng didn’t respond. After a pause, Xie Lian asked, his tone flat, “Don’t you want to know…how I feel about this?

One person. Just one. Really. Just one person was enough!

But Hua Cheng only replied, “To die in battle for you is my greatest honor.” Those words were like a fatal blow. Xie Lian could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, and they began to pour. As if he were hanging on to the last thread of his life, he pleaded, “You said…you would never leave me.” But Hua Cheng replied, “There is no banquet in this world that doesn’t come to an end.

The moment he looked up, Xie Lian had extended a hand to him, smiling. “In any case, although a little late, this hand isn’t extended too late, right?” “…” Perhaps it was because he had been gripping the hilt for too long earlier, but Mu Qing suddenly felt his arms incomparably heavy, unable to be raised. Xie Lian then stretched his hand lower. “Come.” Mu Qing finally took hold of his hand.

But it wasn’t enough. Since they were already in that position, Xie Lian thought he might as well take a bit more—he wound his arms tightly around Hua Cheng’s neck to deepen the kiss. All the fatigue he’d been feeling was swept away in an instant as his body was refilled with spiritual power. The enormous sword of spiritual light in the giant stone statue’s grip clamored with riotous noise. “What is this?!” Feng Xin cried, clearly shaken. “What are you two doing?! Your Highness?!” Xie Lian choked—only then did he break away. He didn’t dare look down. “I’m b-borrowing spiritual power!” he shouted to the sky. “I’m just borrowing his spiritual power! It’s all very proper!” Mu Qing was shaken too. “You don’t need to do that to borrow spiritual power, though! Couldn’t you just slap your palms together?!” “Ha ha ha ha! You saw through me!” Xie Lian babbled—he didn’t even know what he was saying. “So maybe it’s not just to borrow spiritual power! Ha ha ha ha…

Hua Cheng bowed his head slightly and hugged Xie Lian’s waist. “All right… You don’t move either,” he whispered in his ear. Rocks and earth crushed at them from all around, forcing them to press tightly against one another, their faces nuzzling and their ears warming at the contact. While it was hardly the right time, a thought nonetheless flashed through Xie Lian’s mind: It doesn’t feel so bad to share a grave.

Not gonna lie, Your Highness. Every time I see you now, I feel anxious and my body tenses, like whoever walks next to you will have something happen to them. So when I see you walking with Ling Wen, my heartbeat quickened. Ling Wen, you best be careful for the next little while.

Hua Cheng’s right hand held his left elbow, and his left hand propped up his chin. He looked at Xie Lian, seeming to think very seriously for a moment. “Then, gege, my order is…” Hua Cheng smiled happily. The anticipated command came mere moments later. “Borrow spiritual power from me.

TREADING ACROSS THE GROUND strewn with exquisite fragments of crimson, Xie Lian slowly approached Hua Cheng. He saw that the man’s shoulders had a few red blossoms scattered on them, and he wanted to brush them off for him, but he realized that gesture would be overly intimate. So he forced down the urge and tucked his arms behind his back, smiling. “Not only can you call forth blood rain, you can also make a flower shower. I didn’t know that. How fun!

Even though he was hounded by misfortune, never once did Scholar He think of killing himself.” “Think about it. He had abnormally strong determination,” Xie Lian continued somberly. “He was ground down by so much unfairness, so much injustice. A typical person would've given up or ended everything. Yet he always fought back; he never yielded. Perhaps, once the Reverend of Empty Words clung to him, it didn't bite down on sweet fruit but rather an iron plate. In the end, it broke its teeth and lost thoroughly.” Shi Qingxuan shook his head as he listened. He sighed in earnest. “...I really am nothing compared to that man.

As Xie Lian stood over Jun Wu, who lay sprawled on the ground, he noticed a trace of relief on his face. Like a heavy burden had finally been lifted. He couldn’t help but wonder—deep down, perhaps Jun Wu had wished for someone to defeat him. For someone to put these relentless eons of brokenness and madness to an end.

Hua Cheng stopped walking. “Your Highness,” he said, his voice gentle, “you’ve already given me a present today.” Xie Lian blinked. “What?” Please don’t say “you’re the best present” or something, Xie Lian thought. That’d only mortify him more. Hua Cheng gazed at him and smiled. “Your Highness, you said that you wanted to see me even if it hurt you. That you didn’t want to part, even when it caused you so much pain.” “…” “That made me really happy,” Hua Cheng finished, his voice low.

Your Highness truly thinks outside the box. There is no one like you in all of history. I am steeped in deep respect.” “Please, that’s too much praise,” Xie Lian said. “It’s not,” Ling Wen said. “At least, I certainly do believe there will never be another person in history able to create a dish called ‘Incorruptible Chastity Meatballs.

Xie Lian quickly took cover under his umbrella. “Phew, that was close. Thank goodness for you, San Lang.” Hua Cheng flashed a smile and very thoughtfully tilted the umbrella more to Xie Lian’s side. “Come closer.” Even though it really wasn’t the time, Xie Lian still felt a little touched. “Are you tired of holding the umbrella up? I can help you hold it…” The others were fleeing and dodging, running like mad. They couldn’t stand the sight of their two companions having such a lovely time, so they started to shout at them. “Hey! Isn’t that unfair?!” “Hua-chengzhu, may I ask if you have any spare umbrellas?!” “Can I hide under that umbrella too?!” Hua Cheng smiled fakely. “No. And no.

The auspicious Shangyuan Festival on the Grand Avenue of Divine Might, and the awe-inspiring first impression that had led to centuries of pining… A smile hung on Xie Lian’s face as he reflected on the past. In the end, Hua Cheng wasn’t the only one who’d fallen.

Mu Qing pointed at the center of the mural. “So…that…that was him?” he said with a trembling voice. Xie Lian was also staring at that section. This piece was mostly colorless; only two figures had been colored within it. There was a small figure at the bottom that had been painted pure white; it seemed to be glowing. The figure was looking toward the sky with hands outstretched. It was about to catch another little figure who was falling from the tower. That little figure was bloody red.

Stop asking!” Feng Xin cried. “You don’t understand! He’s not like us! He’s crazy! He… Toward you, he… He…” “‘Toward me,’ what?” Xie Lian demanded. “Please let me go. Let me go back and see for myself, all right?” One wanted to go back, but the other two were pulling him forward. They were stuck in that stalemate until suddenly, a bone-chilling voice came from ahead of them. “Didn’t I say not to randomly put your hands on things in other people’s territory?” The three of them froze, then slowly turned to look.

In an instant, Hua Cheng shattered into thousands of silver butterflies right before Xie Lian’s eyes, transforming into a breeze of twinkling stars that he could neither embrace nor hold. Even as his arms came up empty, he maintained that hugging position, not moving a limb. He couldn’t tell if he hadn’t come to his senses yet, or if his body simply couldn’t move anymore, but he stayed there, kneeling, amidst the dreamlike array of butterflies, his eyes wide.

Hua Cheng didn’t answer him directly. Instead, he bent one knee and knelt on the ground before him. He raised his head to gaze at him with a broad smile. “How’s this? Gege, do you remember now?” How could he not? Back then, the nameless ghost had always bent the knee to him just the same! A phantom image of that pale smiling mask overlapped with Hua Cheng’s current smiling face. Xie Lian’s heart quivered, his knees buckled, and he slumped to the ground in front of him. “San Lang…it…it was you all this time!” Hua Cheng let out a small laugh as he continued to kneel, and his remaining eye gazed deeply at Xie Lian. “Your Highness, I’ve always watched you.